Autumn

The autumn road awaits, my dear.
Come walk with me, my son.
The autumn road awaits us,
We’ll seek adventure and fun.

Into the woods, let’s roam,
Off the beaten path.
The love and warmth of home
Will always bring us back.

The road ahead is open
And life’s adventure waits.
Let’s journey down together;
A family as one.

Horizon Love

If I could see a broken love,
I’d climb atop a hill,
And watch the red-orange fire
Break on the world’s edge.

If I could write that time,
I’d not portray,
The palette of the sleeping sun,
But rather,
The moment of indecision,
As he gently rests his head upon the earth.
I’d enhance the last dying ray,
Piercing my hand-shaded eyes.

If I should paint that sound,
I’d forget the shrills and calls
Given by two distant, silhouettes
Chasing across the sky.
Instead of beating wings,
I’d display honks and shrieks
Of passing geese.

If I created a portrait of Love,
Balanced so delicately upon the horizon,
I’d include my own image,
Edging forward in my seat,
Viewing my first sunset,
Anxious to the outcome.
Wary of the finish.

When the Frosted Morning Ushered Dawn

Define your love
For me, my dear.
This is all I ask.
For if our purpose
Is bound and clear,
I shall forget our past.

There’s a lesson here
To be learned, my son.
And we are yet to see.
For in the early rise of
The morning misted dawn,
Our hopes and dreams may flee.

For in the Frosted morning, Love,
All is gone I tell.
Because I loved you all too soon,
That sun can Burn in Hell.